Joanne Fedler

Bless the dawn mists

that gather

then scatter

shooed by

day-woken sun

below the fighting chief

of Mount Wollumbin

Bless the hands

that poach the pears

spin pumpkin into soup

turn soil into nourishment

Bless the symphony

of friendships

as they deepen into

witnessing

Bless the busyness

of notebooks

saturating with words

Bless the words

I made a vow

I break it now

and all their recalibrations

Bless the softening

by the huntsman

black snake

frogs

wallaby

kookaburra

and all their relations

Bless the holding grace

of quartz-dazzled temple

light centred spiral

fairy garden

night sky singing

beneath the

Milky Way

Bless the darkness

that sweeps away

each precious day

Bless each life

each love

each miracle

of circumstance

each homecoming turn

inside this holding grace.

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